Do I dare to dream?
Is there hope to see?
Trickling like a stream,
Far away from me.
Can this hurt be gone?
Can the pain just go?
Why is it prolonged,
Every step so slow?
Will the flower wilt?
Will our lives mean not?
The world in tilt,
And history a blot.
Do I see a light?
Shining at the end.
The end of the night,
Just around the bend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem